It couldn't be anymore beautiful

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Perhaps, had the situation been different, Liam would have felt differently about Maea's change of heart. If it had been selfish, for example, or simply because she had lost interest. But this was different: she had the well-being of the region in mind, and Liam could certainly understand that. So he nodded encouragingly, even if he still wasn't so sure. "When the war is over," he agreed. Gods willing, it would end - and they would be on the right side of it.

In the meantime, though, Liam wasn't keen to go back to sitting around and waiting for someone else to fix the problems that faced them. Noting the way Maea seemed to slump in the water, he'd be willing to bet that she felt the same, unaware of the myriad other thoughts that ran through her head. He lifted a hand as though to place it on her shoulder comfortingly, then seemed to think the better of it; instead, he moved to run that hand through his golden waves, leaving them hanging damply in its wake. "It doesn't mean we can't contribute in some way," he assured her. "We can keep looking for roses and lilies, for one. We can train. I can complete my quest for Frey," he added, a bit abashed to have done so little towards it as of yet. "We don't have to sit idly by."

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam